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To my manic side, Athena, you crazy bitch. Get some sleep, girl.
“If I am the phantom, it is because man's hatred has made me so. If I am to be saved it is because your love redeems me.”
I imagine shoving my cock down her throat, sparkling tears glistening down her gorgeous face until I come. But when she sings… fuck, when she sings… now that is true ecstasy.
“My muse… Your demon of music.”
He might not have actually sold his soul to the devil, but he knew enough demons to damn him.
My little angel is more savage than she looks. I love her innocence, but her darkness is what calls to me.
My little muse is my addiction, and her voice is my drug. If there is a cure to my madness, I don’t want it. I’d rather welcome blissful oblivion.
“You’re my pretty little muse, Scarlett. I worship your voice. Your body, mind, and soul are no different.” “Even the darkness in my mind?” I ask, not sure why it matters if my phantom accepts my madness.
A grumble of approval vibrates against my neck, as if this phantom, my demon of music, loves praise.
Any other details, Mr. Holmes?”
“No fucking way. That posh idiot couldn’t figure out how to tie Velcro shoes.”
He’s scared. Good. Let him fear the Phantom.
Anyone who receives my punishment fucking deserves it.
“Okay, but why do you know so much about me?” “Because you are everything,” he answers simply.
“The Phantom has his ways.”
“Tell me, my pretty little muse. Tell me how I’m supposed to deny you when you beg me to make you come?”
“I’m not good, little muse. My obsession with you is the only pure thing about me. Never forget that I’m your demon of music, Scarlett. You can’t expect me to behave like a gentleman when you beg like my whore.”
“My dress is going to be ruined,” I pout playfully. “I’ll buy you another.”
To everyone else, he’s the Phantom of the French Quarter, but to me, he’s my demon of music.
“Fuck my music. The only music I want to hear right now are the high notes you hit when I make you come.”
“A sight so precious could never be anything less than exquisite.”
“This is your only warning, Scarlett. I won’t settle for ‘first.’ I’ll be your only. Nothing less.”
“You are my moonlight,” I whisper against her shoulder in a kiss. “And you are my midnight,” she murmurs back,
I’ve always used condoms, but I won’t with her. I’ll be damned if I ever put something between us.
“As far as I’m concerned, there’s never been anyone but you, Scarlett. No one before you mattered.”
“No, never. Only yours. I only want yours.”
“You’re cooking all right and I’ll eat you soon enough, but for now. I want to play with my food.”
“Never leave me, Scarlett. I couldn’t bear it.”
“If I let you go tomorrow… you’ll come back?” he asks and I can’t help but smile. “Yes, I promise. But only because I want to. Not because you’ve forced me. Besides, it’s not like anywhere I go, you won’t go too. You are my stalker.”
“Scarlett, he would murder for you. A punch in the face is nothing.”
“Not protect me.” She shakes her head. “You manipulated me.” “I encouraged you.” “You owned me.” “I love you.”
“Is madness so terrible, when euphoria is on the other side?”
My breath heaves in my chest as he lifts my chin to turn my face toward the light before growling. “Who the fuck hurt you, little muse?”
“On your knees, ma jolie petite muse. Show me how badly you want my forgiveness.”
“I’m coming, sweet muse. Swallow your demon down.”
I can’t go a week without being inside you again. Do you understand?”
“Forever? One love, beyond this lifetime?” “Forever with you, Sol, my demon of music.”
“If you make this promise, I’ll never let you go again, little muse. You are swearing to love me forever.”
“You promised me love beyond a lifetime, little muse,” he reasons. “You’re mine now and you can’t go back. You said you’d wear my mark, and this is what it takes to be one of ours. To be mine.”
“Now I can give you the sunlight.”
“And I found my muse. She is my moonlight when my world gets too dark. You’d love her,” I say with full confidence. “She’s the one for all of my lifetimes. She’s mine.”
“I am yours, ma belle muse.” “And I’m yours, my Sol.”
I’m pregnant with my demon of music’s baby. He’s my fiancé, and I’m living the life I’ve always dreamed of. Where happiness is just happiness and his darkness sings to mine.
